Everything goes numb.
He did not kiss me. He really didn't. And I certainly wasn't kissing back. Only girls and poofters kiss boys and I am neither.
The sex was different. That was, er, revenge. That was a power-struggle. Nothing really sexual about it. Heaven knows I was actually thinking about women at the time.
His lips were
Goddamnit, Carrow.
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As much as I hate having to miss Professor McGonagall's loving glares, I can't get to detention right now. On account of seeing my lunch go back the way it came. I'm afraid I've made myself sick.
The same goes for you, Wilkes. Sorry, mate. I'm not faking this time. You lads have fun drinking without me.
If anyone wants me, I'll be in our dorm, sitting in my boxers and sweating under the covers.